My Husband and Six Relatives Flew His Pregnant Mistress to Miami—So I Froze Their Assets…

the next Monday.

Lena drove me through a rainstorm before dawn. In the pre-op room, she helped me fold my clothes and fought not to cry.

“If something happens,” I said, “BrightPath goes to the students. Not the board. Not the Caldwells.”

“Stop.”

“Promise me.”

She nodded as tears spilled down.

Then I gave her my final instruction.

“When they wheel me in, text continue reading …